little_iveta
Star
- Joined
- Jan 4, 2013
"We don't know anything, we haven't got any clue of his disappearance, no traces, no suspect, no bodies, no murder weapons, no tracks or trails not even camera records. We've searched every corner and every floor of that building and we haven't found a single hint of him. I'm sorry."
That was the poor statement given by Detective James to a girl who just lost a butler who served her for 14 years. Almost like an uncle to her and now he vanished without a trace from a very mysterious haunted place that is notoriously known for numerous disappearances. The one week investigation has now come to a stop and deemed the girl's butler to be a cold case. Also the haunted hotel has ceased its business with no left to attend the building, not even its very proprietors.
Her butler, Mr. Park who is also her personal driver probably met the same fate as those who disappeared before him. The usual narrative being the disappearances all happen on the same time at night, but no one's spotted the precise moment of abduction, or whatever's cleaning out the living spaces. It's gone beyond creepy and into the outright bizarre, and it's spawned more conspiracy theories than the JFK assassination by now. It's been argued about elections and debated on talk shows, and word is there's two movies in the making about it, because fear sells, and life must go on. The forensic profile tentatively marks the Unsub down as a white male, twenty to forty-five years of age, but that's because nearly all serial killers fall within that demographic and everyone knows it by now, even the public. Some tinfoil hatter on Infowars started calling it a conspiracy, the Eigengrau conspiracy, after the color you see in total darkness, your retina's rod cells firing into the silence trying to make sense of nothing. It fit too well, and the name stuck.
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One night as you were having a good night sleep, the door of your room suddenly opens slowly with creaking sounds that sends an unnerving monotone which are typical among the usual horror movie stereotypes. The creaking door is audible enough to wake you up and compel you to close the door.
However, should you approach the door, you will find a small delivery box with nothing written on it. This box gives you a feeling of something strange or rather something...… Foreboding. And if you check who is outside your room, you'll find no one but the quiet empty space of the corridor.
By opening the box, you will find that its contents are:
- Mr. Park's car key which was not found by the detectives
- A calling card of the haunted building that has something written at the back of it: "10:00 PM - ALONE" (it was said that this was the usual time people disappeared in that haunted building)
- A rusty old looking key which seems to be the key for the main door. On its handle is an icon which looks like a woman's vagina patterned like a blooming flower
- And a picture of YOU wearing a wedding gown having a strange look and posture
Now it seems the right time to take matters into your own hands. To hell with the police and embark on your journey to:
That was the poor statement given by Detective James to a girl who just lost a butler who served her for 14 years. Almost like an uncle to her and now he vanished without a trace from a very mysterious haunted place that is notoriously known for numerous disappearances. The one week investigation has now come to a stop and deemed the girl's butler to be a cold case. Also the haunted hotel has ceased its business with no left to attend the building, not even its very proprietors.
Her butler, Mr. Park who is also her personal driver probably met the same fate as those who disappeared before him. The usual narrative being the disappearances all happen on the same time at night, but no one's spotted the precise moment of abduction, or whatever's cleaning out the living spaces. It's gone beyond creepy and into the outright bizarre, and it's spawned more conspiracy theories than the JFK assassination by now. It's been argued about elections and debated on talk shows, and word is there's two movies in the making about it, because fear sells, and life must go on. The forensic profile tentatively marks the Unsub down as a white male, twenty to forty-five years of age, but that's because nearly all serial killers fall within that demographic and everyone knows it by now, even the public. Some tinfoil hatter on Infowars started calling it a conspiracy, the Eigengrau conspiracy, after the color you see in total darkness, your retina's rod cells firing into the silence trying to make sense of nothing. It fit too well, and the name stuck.
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One night as you were having a good night sleep, the door of your room suddenly opens slowly with creaking sounds that sends an unnerving monotone which are typical among the usual horror movie stereotypes. The creaking door is audible enough to wake you up and compel you to close the door.
However, should you approach the door, you will find a small delivery box with nothing written on it. This box gives you a feeling of something strange or rather something...… Foreboding. And if you check who is outside your room, you'll find no one but the quiet empty space of the corridor.
By opening the box, you will find that its contents are:
- Mr. Park's car key which was not found by the detectives
- A calling card of the haunted building that has something written at the back of it: "10:00 PM - ALONE" (it was said that this was the usual time people disappeared in that haunted building)
- A rusty old looking key which seems to be the key for the main door. On its handle is an icon which looks like a woman's vagina patterned like a blooming flower
- And a picture of YOU wearing a wedding gown having a strange look and posture
Now it seems the right time to take matters into your own hands. To hell with the police and embark on your journey to:
E I G E N G R A U